I know all the rules of etiquette, although I’ve been studying the rules given in the Etiquette Department of the Family Herald ever since I came here. I’m so afraid I’ll do something silly or forget to do something I should do.
M13 under a great, high-sprung sky gloried over with trails of saffron and rosy cloud,
N13. A cool wind was blowing down over the long harvest fields from the view of (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)firry(end superscript) western hills and whistling through the poplars. One clear star hung above the orchard and the fireflies were flitting over in Lovers’ Lane, in and out among the ferns and rustling boughs. Anne watched them as she talked and somehow felt that wind and stars and fireflies were all tangled